I keep teasing Lance, I lick and suck her bud, I nibble on her svelte petals, I move my thumb back and forth inside her while pressing down. I do this partly to help her along but mostly to get her off a third time and because I can't really stop myself.
Her flower quivers around my thumb in response to my teasing and her thighs tremble. I push against her sex with my lips to keep eating her because it feels so gratifying to please her, so pleasing it almost makes me delirious.
“Jay.” Leomi protests weakly.
The silver bird points at its own chest with a plume and hurriedly shakes its beak in panicky denial. I chuckle at its antics, causing my lips to tremble against hers.
“Ihm.” Leomi suppresses the weak moan and brings her hands down on my head to try to push me away. “I've, had enough, my love.” She mutters with her very short breath.
I ignore her, too enthralled by her to let go now that I know for a fact she's still very turned on but is refusing because her orgasms drained her. I assemble a strengthening construct and manipulate the air around us.
I place my arm under her buttocks, press my mouth hard against her sex, and use flow to hold the right side of her body in balance as I sit up to lift her in a similar way as Celyz did to me.
“Uhm, uhm.” She feebly whines.
Leomi wraps her legs around my torso to stabilize herself as I slowly rise up to my feet while thrusting my tongue in and out of her while sensually rolling it within. As I do, I let the two of us fall down on the mattress.
As soon as her body drops on the satin blanket, she reaches out to my ears and hair with her slender fingers. Lance's fingers move to caress them as if responding to her feelings rather than her mind.
Aware that she needs more stimuli, I reach up to her breasts and caress them as I gently penetrate her with my tongue. Her womanhood responds and pulses around me, almost as if trying to suck me in.
“By the Lake...” Leomi utters with a hint of disbelief. That's so corny.
Her body lights up in a network of silver strings, she arcs back into a bridge to the point where she rests only on the plant of her feet and the back of her head. I rise to my knees to follow her, switching to sucking and teasing her clitoris while rolling her left nipple between my fingers.
Leomi makes light gasping noises and drops down with twitching limbs, blooming in a frenzy as she experiences another round of mind-rending bliss. She is evidently too weak to speak or resist the joyride I'm taking her on, and evidently unwilling to stop me.
As her pleasure recedes, her body's undulation grows slower but do not stop. She keeps waving her waist back and forth against my mouth. As she lands from her high, I explore her petals to satisfy my intense desire to know her most intimately.
I slide my tongue along her folds, between her inner and outer lips, I split her slit more than a half-dozen times because the gesture feels so intimately right I cannot help but complete it every time my tongue passes over her cute petals.
I bring my hand back as Lance's twitching stops, I penetrate her with my linked index and major, easily sliding them in thanks to the sticky dew lubricating her flower.
I enjoy how hot she is inside compared to the cool temperature of her skin but the act of taking her causes me to experience far more complex emotions than mere satisfaction.
“Umm.” Leomi whispers. “My love.”
I slowly crawl up her body while slowly fingering her. Her body responds to my thrusts, moving in response to each clench, grasp, and rasp of my fingers. I nestle my breast between hers.
Leomi leans her chin down as I reach up with my chin. Our mouths meet and our tongues meld. She opens her thighs. I take her for the fourth time as we kiss. Her mouth feels as warm and wet as her sex does.
Her body experiences a few aftershocks, telling me I made her climax again. I don't pull my hand away, I keep fingering her with delectation. Leomi's legs open wide as she completely surrenders herself to the pleasure I seek so much to give her.
I break our kiss to look into her eyes as I take her with alternatively rough and gentle trusts, sending her to paradise a fifth time. Her irises dilate completely, only a thin light gray ring remains of their color as she watches me take her.
Our bodies wave in concert, in a horizontal dance led by my fingers from inside her. I allow myself to make love to her at a more rapid pace because she's so wet that there is no resistance. Leomi links her forearms behind my neck as her fleshly walls clasp around my fingers.
Her sharp traits tighten, her strong jaw drops, and she reveals the most beautiful blissful expression I've ever witnessed. Leomi pushes out with her chest and draws my head in to seize my lower lip between her teeth to bite down on it instead of her own.
I keep my fingers inside her, enjoying her warmth too much to give up on it, I feel so proud to be taking her to stop, I relish making her orgasm so much my own wishes fall to the background. In this, Jess' and Liz's desires are completely united.
Yet, after stealing her voice, after making her reach a peak five times in a row without pause, I cannot go on for a sixth because it would be unfair to deny her the same beatitude I'm feeling. It would be wrong, and I love Leomi Lance too much to act selfishly. And so, I let her rest.
“By, the Lake.” Leomi murmurs dazedly with a shivering voice and body. “I'm, so glad I couldn't even speak, half the time.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because, it was too good. I would, have told you, to stop.” She replies dreamily.
I grin and can't help but to grip her flower, seizing her from inside and out by linking my index and major to my thumb which lies on her bud. Lance jumps as I ravish her so, but this time, she clenches her jaw in spite of how it trembles from the pleasure she experiences.
I pull my fingers out of her, releasing her. Leomi grabs my wrist and guides it to her mouth. She glomps down on my fingers and sucks them, tasting herself so as to savor the memory of what I did to her.
I roll to my side to let her catch her breath and because the mere feeling of her tongue swiping my fingertips is a lot for me to handle with how excited I am. I close my eyes and try not to think of the perfection that is to come at her hands.
“To have you inside me like that... I've never, ever, felt anything like it.” Leomi murmurs softly.
She turns on her belly and climbs atop of me. She grabs my right hand with hers and pins it on the bed above my head. Her actions puzzle me until she reaches for my face to starts licking my chin and lips clean of her own dew with a teasing expression that sends an exciting chill down my spine.
Yet, Lance merely lies atop of me once she's done. She does gently massage my breast with her left hand, brushing my flesh with the silver chains to keep me in a state of arousal without seeking to further stimulate me.
We are both resting but she's cooling down while very slowly heating me up. With my hand captured, I cannot finger her so I decide to seek information in a vain attempt to distract myself from her leisurely torment.
“How did you get my left ring-finger?” I ask her.
“...” She shakes her head as a flicker of shame disturbs her gentle expression.
At this moment, it is impossible we would hide anything from the other. I could ask about the secret Leomi holds about her conversation with Celyz in Port-Odo and would receive an answer but it would hurt her so I do not.
This fact means that Lance's answer is paradoxically contained in her refusal, and her mortified traits prove that she knows as much which is why she could deny a verbal response.
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I know that Celyz must be involved in this matter because, if Leomi had recovered my finger or sent people to do so, she would have told me now. With that in mind, the very fact my bones still exist indicates the Rykz recovered them.
Would Celyz allow my bones to be ground so as to feed their Hive? No. Would Celyz have made Leomi pay to obtain my ring-finger's bone if it was to make me happy? No. No wonder Leomi could not deny that Celyz has genuine feelings for me.
Lance's lips fall on mine and she twists my nipple. Agony courses through me as a tickling intoxicating thrilling pleasure. Our gazes interlock as she trails her fingers down my belly towards my panties.
The image of the dark blue soft cloth with silver seams pops to my mind as she slowly, excruciatingly slowly, slides it down my legs to expose my wet already quivering sex.
Yet, she infuriatingly does not immediately touch me with the lithe fingers I've desired to feel inside me for months but uses them to jerk my underwear off my toes and bring it up to my mouth to push it past my lips.
“So you can scream your lungs out because I want to ravish you to the point you lose your mind to ecstasy.” Leomi murmurs her explanation with a scorching passion in her eyes. “Please don't die because I won't be able to stop.”
I glare at her even as I enthusiastically bite my moist panties, tasting my own sweet irony excitement and causing her desire of me to burn even hotter. She slides down to my breast and sultrily purses her lips to blow on my erect tit.
I can't help but close my eyelids tight because her actions bring a tingling sensation as well as a ticklish feeling that spreads down to my flower. Like this, she stimulates me without a single touch.
Leomi makes her claim on me in this way but, like me, would no longer be satisfied by this. She sucks on my nipple and nibbles it with her left canine, the powerful suction and the way she hurts me just slightly lights a fire in my lower stomach.
I push out with my waist and thighs, demanding to be fingered, to feel her love in me, to be physically loved. I open my eyes to send her a pleading gaze. Lance blinks and immediately lets go of me to start kissing her way down, releasing my wrist so that her hand can replace her mouth and grasp my breast.
Leomi's left hand trails down to my flower. She makes the chains binding her ring brush my petals, causing me to shiver and clench my jaw over my panties to repress a whining moan.
As her lips graze my flesh while slowly moving south, her slender fingers explore my sex' folds in search for the opening that'll allow her to finally take me. I know for a fact it is an act on her part.
Lance has explored my body for hours on end and so knows its every secret, better than I do because she witnessed and memorized my reactions to her every caress with a clear head.
Yet, the knowledge is irrelevant because this, awkward, embarrassing act of hers is a precious gift from her to me, a way to keep me in unbearable suspense and, as such, enjoy the loss of my virginity to the fullest.
She holds me hostage with her fingers' clumsy probing that almost accidentally stimulate my delicate areas while her other hand grips, relaxes, and kneads my breast with the occasional painful pinching of my hard tit. Leomi slides the back of a nail around my bud and I lose control of my voice.
“Uhu, Uhm, hm!” I whine thrice, calling to my love with desperation.
Leomi doesn't listen so I open my thighs wide and spread my legs to the fullest, knowing she understood but still trying to communicate. Her lips finally reach the crest she tattooed on my lower stomach and kisses it before following it down.
I lean forward to glance at her, finding her piercing eyes. Lance uses her right hand to slide her short white hair back in a dazzlingly elegant gesture that shouldn't be possible for her to make considering she's opening her mouth to devour my flower.
My irises widen as she wraps her pulpy lips around my bud. I feel her wet tongue flick my swollen, pulsating, bud. This mere tickle, this tease, throws me into a delirious euphoria that I emerge from a handful of seconds later with my body arcing up.
Lance then proceeds to aggressively kiss and eat my womanhood as she lets herself come into sync with my desires. I feel her tender flesh swirl down, up, left, and right to ardently please me through toying with my sensitive folds of a leathery texture that differs from her supple petals.
She acts delicate and then fervent, gentle and aggressive, making me experience intense sensations that throw me in another stupor. I manage to catch a glimpse of her, finding that her expression is serious and focused while she elegantly inclines her neck to explore my flower with her lips and tongue.
This sight, more than anything, makes me experience the deep respect she has for me. Her act, beyond the gratification, makes me feel accepted. My heart pangs lovingly and, at this perfect moment, Leomi's fingertips find my virginity and stop.
I close my eyes in fright at what's to come but naught happens for a moment. I feel her climb back atop of me while keeping her hand possessively clasped on my sex. I feel her fold three fingers and extend two, her index and major.
She pulls my pair of panties out of my mouth with the hand that held my breast. The silver jay ruffles up its feathers, its silhouette is trembling on the door handle as its single wing falls from before its beak.
Leomi's mouth falls on mine to kiss me. I open my eyes to find hers watching my face. Pain suddenly erupts in my lower stomach and causes my expression to twist and me to briefly interrupt our kiss to yell my approval and contentment.
“Iuhys, yes!” I erupt.
Lance's sharp traits lighten up and show her almost disbelieving victorious exultation she experiences from taking me, as if she didn't truly think she would get me. All considerations fall off my mind as I suddenly feel the lithe fingers I've so dreamed of deep inside me.
She's thrust them as far as she could in a single go, giving me no room to doubt that I've become hers as she's become mine, that she took me as I took her. My virginity is now part of the past.
In this glorious present, Leomi is present inside me, Lance entered my most intimate place and it hurts, and it feels good, and I feel altogether marvelous, and fantastic, and alive.
She caresses my tongue with hers while she slowly pulls her fingers out of me. I choke on the acute electrifying sensation the retreat causes. My hand flies to the back of her neck to tightly press her mouth against mine and kiss her as deeply as I can to physically impress on Leomi the strength of my love for her.
Lance reciprocates by penetrating me again without a pause. She uses strength and delicacy to make love to me while expressing her heart out. I melt under the diverse sensations she causes. I lift and lower my waist to accompany her two svelte thrusting fingers, voluntarily moving according to what my instincts tell me I need.
“Iuhm, iuhm, iuhm!” I moan to call for more, to tell her how wonderful she feels in me because words could never express it and so speech naturally escapes me.
“You're so tight.” Leomi whispers, piercing the noises escaping me.
Her words unexplainedly cause me to blush in mortification which further enhances my physical pleasure. The fact spoke to the experience even better for the both of us reinforces my emotional felicity.
Jessica shyly raises my hand to hide our expression from Leomi's curious eyes because we've never felt such intense, acute, delight. The silver jay covers its sight with its wing at almost the same time.
“Uiiihmhmiiih!” I squeal.
“Chirp!” The flow bird protests.
Liz heaves and drops our waist to make her penetrate us deeper, harder. The jay turns away at this, unable to handle my two personalities and the sight of us giving ourselves with such abandon.
Lance keeps fingering us, nothing could stop her now, but she also controls Liz so that I do not reach the peak too quickly and Jess does not experience pain that would lessen rather than enhance her experience.
“I want to see your expression, my loves.” Leomi requests gently.
With these words, anyone could tell Lance is clearly determined to satisfy both these parts of me to the fullest and her actions are perfectly calculated to do so, much less me who can read her sadistic impulses.
Jess and Liz hesitate, the former is worried about embarrassing the latter, the latter is concerned about the former's timidity. I lower my forearm, revealing the emotions my lover wishes to see so that she can lay her eyes on my very self, on the drool escaping the right corner of my lips.
“You're irresistible, perfect.” Leomi expresses what she feels at the sight.
“Wait, wait, wait!” I panic as the meaning of her words causes me to experience a first wave of beatitude that contains the promise for much, much more to come.
Lance rightly refuses to listen to my nonsense and slides her fingers through my wet slit to thrust them deep inside me while bending to nibble on my tit. I gape, my eyes widen, my legs wrap around her waist.
I experience rapture, a tide of acute electrifying felicity so intense it is painful, so dense I feel as if I'm breaking under its weight. I hazily realize I'm calling out to her, seeking help.
“Leomi, Leomi!” I yell out again to make sure she hears my call.
She pulls her fingers back, releasing all the pressure. I find no word for the sensation of euphoric ecstasy gushing out from my heart, through my chest, and into my lower stomach.
Lance penetrates me once more with her two fingers and I lose it again. A quake of sharp pleasure that courses through my spine and makes my whole body quake. She pulls away, causing me to squeeze her hard against me with my legs while my hand grasps at her neck for support.
She does not stop. Neither do my blessedness or suffering. She fingers me, again and again, fulfilling her promise to make me lose my mind. In the midst of the typhoon of sensations, I very clearly feel droplets of dew fall from Leomi's flower on my body.
This singular detail, the fact Lance is coming by making love to me, is what pushes me over the edge and triggers my orgasm. Indescribable bliss opens every pore of my skin, relaxes my every muscle, loosens my bones, and throws my mind into a trance.
Lance pushes herself tight against me to hold me through the process. Her tiny breasts and nipples enhance the way she is gently penetrating me with her fingers while also massaging my insides with their tips to ease me through the experience. I find freedom in her arms.
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